Person mad nervous, you surrender to sterling,
Look them in the eye, if looks made you die, you know you merk ‘em,
Right there, plus his hide is like, right here,
So you know that if you would fight fair then you'd have him like quite scared,
But don't forget the TEC held high by your right ear,
So listen loud and clear: you don't wanna lose your life, dear,
And don’t you show a slight tear or let 'em sight fear,
Just let em disappear in the night air, yeah, with yo Nike' Airs.